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April 12, 2008

 

I see them

starving
eyes

diseased
eyes

abandoned
eyes

eyes glazed
hollow
from
complete
lack
of human
contact

bruised
with
the violence
of
abject
loneliness

devoid
affection

no vestige
of
saving
hope

instead

cruel
neglect

burning
Infection

a vessel
of flies

dysentery

and
soured bile

caked
in filth
and
fecal waste

not yet
arrived
at the age
of reason

yet

so far beyond
anything
remotely
of reason

of sanity

reduced
to
something
less than
human

below
the dignity
of
chatteled
livestock

and for certain

less
valued

less
cared for

un-mourned

yet
so human
are they

it aches
to
look upon them

they
are a blight

a blight
on my
indifferent
soul

an abomination

my
abomination

my
condemnation

a stain

indelible
in my
heart

a mark
of
injustice

so
horrific

that
I am forced
to look away

they are my
denial

my
greatest fear

they
are

my sin

the sorrow
that
chokes
my spirit

wrings
from me
tears
of the
privileged

the glutted

the
guilty

they
are my
deep
unrest

my failure

my great
discomfort

my
interruption

and so
I reach out

I reach out
to
take control

to
make a change

and

by remote

remove
these
images
that
confront me

that
haunt me

taunt me

to
surf away

into the land
of
plenty

into the
oblivion
of
promised opulence

of corpulent
consumption

of fantasy
fiction
and
porn

into
no friction

no
fault

to have
those
images
recede
and
drift away

until
I do not
see
the pain

or
hear
the wailing

or
feel
the suffering

I
fade away

to be
comfortably
numbed

to
just do it

to be
all
that I can be

to enjoy
that
refreshing
sensation

teeth
so white
they sparkle

to
have it
my way

every
night
‘til 3:00 AM

 

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21 comments

  1. I love your short lines. Cool poem!


  2. good use of repetition


  3. Those single words remind me of a skeleton boney finger pointing and poking accusingly!

    Gemma


  4. Love the drama of the format!


  5. I like the phrase ‘corpulent consumption’.


  6. this moves so smoothly


  7. Ah, so powerful… we live in such a dichotomy…
    We feel powerless but yet, we cna do something, even if it begins with our own family, a healing that reverberates…
    Well done indeed…


  8. Your short lines always please me. I like the dichotomy in this..

    ignomorous ignominy


  9. You have a way with words great post.


  10. and you know you are not alone in seeking comfort in the images of plenty…. excellent post.. just excellent…..


  11. Man, this cuts deep… and sadly true. We don’t really want to look, or see.


  12. What a great poem! You speak of things we tend to shy away from, our reaction to suffering in the face of our own plenty, and you also examine why we choose or some choose to numb themselves.

    Great work!


  13. this sends a message to me and wakes me up to reality…though i often do not want to ‘go there’.


  14. Very powerful and thought-provoking. I agree with the comment above mine; these are people and things we do shy away from. Which is not the right thing to do. Thanks for sharing this. Well done! G

    http://www.mypoeticpath.wordpress.com


  15. Ooops…I was referring to Maria Christina’s comment. Another one slipped in, as I typed mine! G


  16. Wow. That kicked me right in the ass. I like the ‘corpulent consumption’ line and the way you use those commercial and arbitrary things we hear on the tv all day every day.


  17. Oh, I’m here from I Will Not Eat The Darkness. This one is my WordPress Blog. I just forgot to log out of it.


  18. i always enjoy reading your powerful, thought-provoking poetry. i particularly liked the direction this one took — the dichotomy of this world in which we live where some have all and some have none and how we so successfully disconnect from that which makes us uncomfortable and challenges us to look within ourselves and effect a change….yet, how many do?

    another excellent post.


  19. powerful poem. I really liked the line “hollow
    from
    complete
    lack
    of human
    contact”


  20. You speak also for my guilty soul.

    I am reminded of the admonition of my mother when we left food on the plates that we had each filled. (When it was up to her, she was smart enough to give us smaller portions). “Think of the starving children in Africa,” she would say. There was a time when I made fun of this. But now I know that she was right!

    This is a powerful poem evoking those heart=breaking photos that we have all seen.


  21. Very graphic – I love it. So many want to turn away, to bury themselves in something else so they can’t see… reminds me of someone I admired very much – he committed sucide so he wouldn’t feel the pain of such things anymore. In doing so he hurt many more. Sometimes the answer isn’t to bury it, but to face it and make a difference. There are no tiny efforts – all are exponential.



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